<p><b>''Funny as hell. Formally inventive. Daringly concise'' C. M. Taylor</b></p><p><i>They''ve all got a book in them, unfortunately.</i><br></p><p>In December 2016, Julia Greengage, aspiring writer and resting actor, puts up a poster in her local library inviting people to join a new writers'' group. The group will exchange constructive feedback and ''generally share in the pains and pleasures of this excruciating yet exhilarating endeavour we call Literature''.</p><p>Seven people, each in their own way a bit of a work in progress, heed the call.</p><p>There¿s Keith, a mercenary sci-fi geek who can write 5,000 words before breakfast and would sell his mother for a book deal. Tom, a suburban lothario with an embarrassing secret. Peter, a conceptual artist whose main goal in life is to make everyone else feel uncomfortable. Alice, who¿s been working on her opening sentence for over nine months. Jon, a faded muso with a UFO complex. Blue, whose doom-laden poems include ¿Electrocuted An